he felt his body didvide itself into a hotness and a coldness,
a softness and a hardness,
a trembling, two halves grinding one upon the other

crosses on the median
howling like love spherical conspiracy (delusions of grandeur) (imissyou) summers spent in cars, on rooftops, in diners cello tears (third shift at the prison gates) I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
straight and narrow